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Life on Snow Mountain was idyllic now that the wolves were no longer a threat; the power of Bodi's heart, as it flowed through his guitar, had created a harmonious community of sheep and wolves living side by side. Everyone in the village had their role: the sheep grew and sold their wool for clothing to the city below, taking up instruments and forming their own bands to pass the time. The wolves, once a terror which kept the sheep of the village in fear, had become guards to watch for invaders and occasionally step in to stop minor squabbles from turning violent; Bodi's music has driven any bloodlust out of them, and left them as warm and friendly as Bodi himself. Bodi kept the band going with Darma and Germur, and besides a yearly trip to the Scattergood mansion to record a new album, they enjoyed the serenity and simplicity of their new lives. There were still problems, of course, like exorbitantly high water bills thanks to Carl's love of hot showers. But overall, everyone in the village had a purpose, and everyone was happy. Almost.

Khampa, Bodi's father, had been the sole protector of the village for decades, thanks to the fire that burned inside him and gave him power in combat. Now that the wolves had been defanged, in spirit at least, he was a guardian with nothing to guard. The same fire which had helped him protect the village these many years also kept him from the calm, satisfied state of the wolves. Between Bodi's power and the wolf guards, there was no need for him in the village any more. And so, he spent his days in idle training and target practice, preparing for a battle that would never come, and getting more frustrated every day at how useless he felt now.

Bodi, sensitive as he was, couldn't help but notice his dad's sadness. He'd never really known his dad as anything but a big, strong protector; he had no memory of life in the village before the wolves attacked. All he knew about his mother were stories from Fleetwood Yak, because his father was so focused on protecting the village and raising him that he would never answer any questions about her. But now that he'd found his talent in music and what it could do to people's hearts, he had a plan to make Khampa as content and peaceful in his soul as anyone else in Snow Mountain.

One night, after dinner, he shouldered his guitar and walked up to his father's bedroom. He could hear his father muttering to himself, and could smell the wooden dummies singeing. With some trepidation, he knocked on the door, only to hear a shocked grunt and feel an impact on the other side.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, Bodi? What is it? I'm kinda busy."

"I know, dad. It'll only take a minute. Can you open the door?"

Khampa sighed in frustration. He'd never get Bodi's wild ideas, even if they'd saved the village. Still, it was obvious the boy cared. So, he opened the door, not knowing what to expect.

"What is it, son?"

"Well, I've got this new song, and..."

"More of that rock stuff? Bodi, you know what I think of that kind of music. I'm proud of you, but I don't..."

"No, no, dad, this is different. I think you'll really like it. Even if you don't, I wanna know what you think of it anyway. Please? It'll be quick, I swear."

Khampa sighed again. "Alright, come in and play it. I need a breather any way. But no more than five minutes, okay? I've got training to do." He beckoned Bodi into the room and lay on his bed, still tense as always.

"Sure thing, dad. It won't take that long." Bodi walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He started to center himself in preparation; this was different than his usual fluffy, feel-good rock, and he needed to get in the mood for it.

"Four minutes. Time's a wasting, son. Let's go."

Bodi was frustrated by that, but not surprised; that stress was what he was here to help with, after all. He began to play a tune that was slow, soft, and sweet, almost a lullaby but with just enough changes to keep it interesting. Bodi wondered if this would help his dad, and then saw his reaction to it. His shoulders, normally square and at attention, slumped back. His whole body seemed to melt into the bed as his muscles lost their usual stiffness. Bodi thought he was asleep at first, but his face told a different story: while the wrinkles in his brows were gone, and his mouth was in a relaxed smile, his eyes formed lazy half-moons, unfocused but clearly awake. This was the most relaxed Bodi had ever seen his father, and he knew he could move on to the next part of his plan. He continued playing his melody, but began talking to Khampa while he did it.

"So, what do you think?"

"Sounds good... relaxing... reminds me of..."

"Reminds you of what?"

"Reminds me of... your mother..."

Khampa had never brought her up on his own before, and Bodi struggled to keep playing through his surprise. But now that he was on the subject, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to know more from his dad's point of view.

"Tell me about her."

"Khari? She was beautiful... kindest woman I ever met... you're just like her... full of joy..."

Bodi saw a bulge growing out of the waist of his father's gi. Could that be part of his problem? Was that why he was so frustrated all the time? Bodi was curious; Khampa had never talked about sex with him, for all these years. Maybe all that pent up energy was what gave him his power, and he wanted his son to be just as strong. But it wasn't helping him now, and Bodi wondered whether he could relieve his dad that way as well. But that would have to wait for another time. For now, he just wanted to give his dad some pleasant dreams.

"Keep thinking of her, OK, dad? You deserve some rest after all your hard work. Just take the night off and relax."

"Alright... I will... thanks, Bodi..."

"Good night, dad."

"Night..."

Bodi kept playing on his way out, closing the door softly behind him. He listened at the door for a moment: silence. Just what he wanted to hear. He strolled across the hall to his room, got into bed, and closed his eyes, thinking about what he'd just seen.

He'd never seen another Tibetan mastiff, even in the city. Then again, given their abilities, it made sense to Bodi that there wouldn't be that many around. But it had to be lonely for his father, who was too serious for the sheep and too wary of the wolves to trust any of them. Bodi was the only one he really seemed to trust. The only one who mattered to him. And as for Bodi, he hadn't done anything sexual, even after leaving Snow Mountain: nothing ever felt right except the music in his heart and the love of his home. He and Darma had fooled around a little, but it didn't take long for them to figure out that they'd make better friends and bandmates than lovers. Thoughts of his father, himself, and the feelings growing inside of him drifted through his mind as he went to sleep, and through his dreams afterwards.

Khampa, meanwhile, was having some very different dreams. He was remembering how he and Khari first met, how she spoke to him more sweetly than anyone ever had before or since. How they moved up to Snow Mountain to live more peaceful lives, and to protect the sheep there. How she got pregnant, her eyes shining as she held her baby for the first time. Khampa thought nothing would make him happier than just being with Khari, but seeing her smiling down at their newborn baby made him happier than he thought anyone could be.

And then his dreams turned to nightmares as he saw the wolves attacking the village. The flames and the screams of the sheep as he tried to fight off the horde single-handedly. The triumph of forcing them out of the village, beating them badly enough not to return for a long time. And then, the sad beckoning of Fleetwood to the town square, where Khari was laying at the doorway, bruised and battered, unmoving. He held her in his arms and cried aloud for vengeance. Then, when he caught a glimpse of Bodi, too young to remember but still scared and crying, he told the sheep and Fleetwood to bury her as he rushed over to his son to hug him and comfort him.

Khampa woke in a cold sweat, eyes still teary from the memories. The sun had just begun to glimmer over the mountains, as he took in deep, shuddering breaths and calmed himself down. It was just a dream, memories, dead and gone. Like her...

Bodi rose at mid-morning the next day, sleeping in as usual. He expected to find his dad out training in the fields, as usual. So, when he saw Khampa at the dining room table, he was surprised and confused. He didn't look happy. Was it something he'd done? Maybe last night hadn't gone as well as he thought.

"Morning, dad. Um... how'd you sleep?"

"Lousy. Had weird dreams, kept me tossing and turning all night."

"Oh... well, what were they about?"

Khampa cleared his throat, as if the words had been stuck in his throat for years and were finally ready to come out.

"Bodi... what do you remember about your mother?"

"Not much. I was only a kid when she..."

"When she died. Yeah. I wish you could've known her. I was dreaming about her. And you. I think that song did something funny to my head."

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to make you..."

"No, it's alright, Bodi. Better than alright. I think I kept all that grief bottled up too long anyway."

They sat in silence for a moment, Bodi not knowing where his dad was going with this, and Khampa knowing and being afraid to ask. Finally, Bodi broke the silence.

"Do you wanna hear more? I've got more verses, and you didn't even hear the..."

"Yes! I mean... yes, I would like that a lot."

"OK. My guitar's in my room, so come up when you're ready."

The keen canine ran up the stairs, Khampa wearily trudging behind him. If he played it right, he could help his dad relax into a new place in the village, by his side protecting him like he always wanted. Though he hadn't considered the other perks before last night.

"Take a seat on my bed, dad. Just gotta tune up."

"OK, Bodi. Thanks."

He was already calmer than he had been in years. So far so good. Bodi strapped on his guitar and started into his song. The effect on Khampa was quick, as he returned to the relaxed, blissful state he'd enjoyed so much. After a few bars to get him captivated, Bodi started to work.

"While I'm playing, I want to talk to you. About Mom and stuff. Is that OK?"

"Of course, son..."

"Good. What was mom like?"

"Gentle... sweet... She brought out the best in everybody..."

"Even you?"

"Me too..."

"It must have been hard raising me all by yourself."

"Very hard..."

"Without anyone else around to help."

"Had... the village..."

"But no one here at home."

"And you never wanted anyone else?"

"No..."

"Why not?"

"Couldn't replace your mother... no one... like her..."

Exactly what he wanted to hear. Bodi breathed in deeply and continued to play, getting a little faster now.

"I know someone like her. To take care of you, like you took care of me."

"Really... Who..."

"Me."

Khampa's face scrunched into a frown and turned away in embarrassment.

"What... But... the village..."

"They don't need to know. This can be between us."

"But..."

"It's OK, Dad. Trust me."

Khampa's breathing got heavier as the front of his gi began to rise.

"I'm going to finish the song, Dad. When it's done, you can decide what you want. You're safe with me, no matter what. I'll love you either way."

Bodi brought his melody to a satisfying close, his last chords still reverberating in the air around them. Khampa slowly opened his eyes and looked at his son with a look of concern and bewilderment.

"So, that's it. What do you th--"

His last word went into Khampa's mouth as he grabbed Bodi's head and kissed him, deeply. Bodi, of course, returned the kiss, the two of them running their long, rough tongues over each other's sharp, smooth canines. Khampa hugged his son so tightly he was afraid he might break a rib, running his paw over the back of his head and feeling every curve. It was Bodi's turn to melt, giving in to what his father wanted eagerly for the very first time. Finally, the muscular veteran released his hold.

"I love you, Bodi. I've always loved you. Not always this way, but you're right; it's time things changed around here. Starting with us."

"So, does that mean you want to..."

"Of course, it does. Take your clothes off, I don't wanna waste any more time."

Bodi eagerly pulled his coat over his head and was thankful that he had no pants to rip off. His skinny, curved member was already dripping with precum, something he'd never felt it do before. Khampa grinned mischievously as he opened his gi at the front and let it fall to the floor. His own, thicker erection was throbbing steadily as he gazed upon Bodi's lithe, supple figure.

"Not bad. You got the best of both worlds, there, didn't ya!"

"Hehe, yeah, guess I did!"

"Turn around, I wanna see all of you."

Bodi started gyrating his hips and slowly shuffling himself around, dancing to a beat only he could hear. His dad chuckled at the silly, sexy antics, then approached him from behind.

"I don't know what you're expecting here. I haven't done this in a while. But I want you, Bodi. I want you so badly"

"Whatever you want, Dad. I'm ready."

Khampa hugged Bodi tightly to him, grinding against his ass cheeks as he kissed his way down his neck. Bodi hugged him back blindly with one arm, leaning into the kisses and basking in his warmth. He'd never met anyone as warm, even in the city. When his dad told him to find his fire, he hadn't expected to find it right here at home. But the best things in his life had always been surprises, and this was no exception. He lowered his torso onto the bed, guided by Khampa's massive paw, and felt the cool morning breeze on his bare backside.

Bodi's size was a worry, especially if he'd never done this before, but Khampa had never hurt his son before and he wasn't going to start now. He lined himself up with Bodi's inviting entrance, wiping pre around it to lubricate it so he didn't tear anything. Then, slowly, and with great care, he pushed his way inside, feeling both of their heartbeats as he did. Bodi moaned and shuddered, but didn't say anything else.

"Hey. You OK?"

"Yeah. You're so warm. Keep going."

Khampa began thrusting, slowly at first to enjoy the sensations. He could feel his tip hitting something soft inside, with his partner pushing back to hit that spot and press on it with each thrust. The two of them built up a rhythm, and began to speed up, going faster and harder every second. Bodi's moans got louder and higher pitched, enjoying himself almost as much as when he first started playing rock and roll.

"Mmm... Dad... Don't stop!"

Khampa's paws were on Bodi's shoulders, and he moved one to his son's face to feel stroke his cheek. His son playfully nibbled on the paw he was given, and the only discipline he got for it was a faster, harder pounding. As the two of them built up, they began to glow; Khampa's paws lit up in a fiery red, Bodi's entire body in an electric blue. The glows started to brighten, then mixed and swirled in a lavish purple hue. Finally, with a scream from Bodi and a grunt from Khampa, the two climaxed together, a radiant explosion of energy filling the room and pushing everything against the walls with a gentle but potent force.

"Whoa... Dad, that was incredible..."

"So are you. I never would have guessed you felt this way. But I'm happy you shared it with me. Thanks."

"No problem, Dad. We've gotta do this again some time."

"Hehe... not before you clean up your room!"

"Sure thing. Maybe tomorrow..."